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The Last of Us (1 to 3 others besides me.)

Gia stopped next to the boy. "I'm guessing you found them but they had other plans?" She laughed a humorless laugh. She looked toward the house the two disappeared into. "They seem to be too comfortable around each other to worry about anyone else." She turned to the boy and extended her hand. "Name's Gia."

Serce nods, walking outside and raising a hand to shield her eyes from the rain as she walks toward her house. She kept glancing about to make sure no one was following her, pausing for a while before slipping inside her house, digging around for flashlights or really anything she thought could be useful before going to the store and smashing in a window to get inside, hoping no one heard the glass shattering.

"Well Cole, seeing as the other two are too wrapped up in their own world, how about you and I go exploring this world and figure out what happened. Along the way, I might find my brothers." Gia mumbled the last part.

Cole sighed, "well I had a nice life. Nice parents, awesome friends that had my back. I liked to act and write. I won the english award. Out of all the kids in my grade I won the award....." Cole smiled bittersweetly, "I still find that funny because I'm a slacker."

"I could never be a slacker. I had ..." she paused. "I had two boys to take care of. I slacked off before and it cost me major time. I never forgave myself and I don't think my brothers did either." She tilted her head to the sky. 'I'm sorry'. She thought to the sky and hopefully her baby brother.

Serce frowns slightly at the lack of rotted food, wrinkling her nose and putting what she could into bags, one full almost entirely with just bottles of water. "It could be a lot worse... There could be mothing..."

Vic approached the trees and picked what he could. Some of them were not quite ripe, but he picked them anyways. He had a sudden vision of planting rows of apple seeds, leading to his laughing despite himself. He was managing to not dwell on Heather, and that was his goal at the moment.

Serce starts back toward the house, singing softly to herself. She had to avoid really thinking, shying away from past memories that she used to cherish and that now only caused her more pain. It was her fault... No, it wasn't. You couldn't have prevented it. Stop blaming yourself.